Chapter 4 : Winter Is Coming

The moment I turned around, I saw someone standing so close that my—or rather, Thor's—instincts kicked in. Before I knew it, I was swinging Mjolnir at the person, knocking them back with enough force to send them crashing to the ground with a definitive crack. Back home, that alone could have landed me in prison.

"Shit..."

I froze, realizing what I had just done. For the first time, I felt a bit relieved that both I and the hammer were only level 1. Hopefully, the guy was still alive.

"Hey... are you alright?" I asked, my voice laced with guilt. I stood motionless, waiting for any sign of movement from the person I had nearly killed.

A low groan finally escaped from them, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. At least they weren't dead—that was good. Just as I was about to move forward and help him up, I froze again. I hadn't expected him to recover this fast.

Technically, that should have been a good thing, but something about this person felt off. His glowing blue eyes locked onto mine, rendering me motionless yet again.

"Scaaaa..."

Before I could react, he lunged at me from his position on the ground, nearly making me jump back in surprise.

"The hell..."

It was only thanks to my beyond-human reflexes that I managed to dodge him—barely.

He fell back, and that was when I noticed something horrifying: a sizable dent on the side of his head, as if his entire skull had cracked and sunk inward... yet he was still moving.

'How the hell is he still alive?'

My mind started racing. I had assumed I was in the MCU, but since when were zombies a thing there?

I desperately wanted to deny it, but the thought nagged at me—there were versions of the Marvel Universe infected with a zombie virus.

'God forbid... but please, not that world.'

Even cosmic beings like Eternity weren't safe in that version. If that was where I was, my survival chances were looking grim.

As my imagination spiraled into worst-case scenarios, the zombie launched at me again.

This time, I didn't back down. My body moved on its own, sidestepping with precision before swinging Mjolnir with full force, sending the creature flying back with another sickening crack of bones.

But just as I caught my breath from that near jumpscare, I saw the damn thing rise again.

"It won't work! They're not afraid of iron! Run!"

The voice snapped me back to reality. I had almost forgotten about the boy I saw earlier. At least I could understand him—so no language barrier.

"Scaaa..."

Another guttural screech tore through the air, pulling my focus back to the immediate threat.

"RUN! We need to go!" the boy shouted.

The thought of running crossed my mind... but for some reason, my body refused to move. Instead, I stood my ground, a surge of confidence welling up inside me, as if the very idea of retreating was unacceptable.

And then it hit me—Thor's centuries of battle experience and warrior instincts were kicking in. Maybe it was his ego, but I wasn't running.

"Haaaa...!"

Before I knew it, I was charging at the zombie, Mjolnir in hand. I swung down with all my might, crushing its legs while it was still on the ground.

A deafening scream echoed through the area before I slammed my hammer onto its back and left it there.

I silently prayed it would work like in the movies.

To my relief—and to the utter shock of the boy—the zombie continued thrashing, but no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't get up again.

"Seems like you're not worthy," I muttered, a smirk threatening to form on my face.

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"So, your name is Will, and you're a ranger of the Night's Watch?"

"Aye, Milord," he responded.

'Milord?'

"What do you call this place, Will? And what were you doing here?" I asked, ignoring the strange way he addressed me.

"It's beyond the Wall, Milord. I... was scouting before... before they found us."

His nervous gaze flickered toward the tied-up zombie—White Walker, he had called it.

For a moment, I considered just burying the thing ten feet under and being done with it, but my instincts told me otherwise. So, leaving Mjolnir atop the unworthy White Walker, I turned back to Will, determined to gather as much information as possible.

"Do you know how to kill it?" I asked.

Will shook his head but hesitated, as if there was something he wanted to say but was holding back.

"Alright... tell me about the land beyond that Wall of yours."

At my question, Will gave me a strange look—almost as if I had asked him whether the sky was blue.

"It's the North, Milord. One of the Seven Kingdoms in Westeros. The land ruled by His Grace, King Robert Baratheon."

Westeros.

I knew that name.

Not from the MCU.

Not from Marvel.

But from somewhere else.

And only now was I beginning to understand where I really was...

And I didn't like it.

MCU was dangerous, sure, but at least it was modern enough for a 21st-century guy like me to settle into. But this?

This was Game of Thrones.

A series I never even finished watching, let alone read the books for. Were the books even finished?

I stood up as the realization hit me, making Will flinch as if he had somehow offended me.

Having Thor's memories came in handy here—at least I understood how medieval monarchy worked. But right now, I couldn't care less about Will.

I was too busy trying to suppress the bubbling irritation and anxiety inside me.

Hacking away at a few trees was starting to sound really appealing.

[Congratulations on completing your first quest. You now know where you are. An Upgrade Point has been allocated to the Host.]

The system's notification snapped me out of my daze, momentarily distracting me from the heavier topics I wasn't planning on addressing anytime soon.

**[The system classifies quests into three categories:

Final Quest – Each world has only one Final Quest. Completing it unlocks another world, granting full access to the new world. Main Quest – Each Main Quest temporarily grants access to a new world and unlocks more side quests. The host can remain in the new world only for a limited time. Side Quest – Unrelated to story progression, Side Quests provide Upgrade Points like all other quests.

Each quest, regardless of importance or type, rewards one Upgrade Point.]**

Damn...

And here I thought I was stuck in this primitive world. Couldn't the system have told me this earlier?!

This definitely motivated me to get the hell out of here.

[Final Mission: Kill the Night King.]

...Of course.

Rolling my eyes, I stood there, fully absorbing my new reality.

"Milord?"

Will looked concerned. I had been silent for way too long, just staring at the air.

Finally, I sighed and spoke.

"Take me to the Wall. It's time to alert the Realm of Men...

Winter is coming."